The Tangle Pure intention juxtaposed

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His body did not tense at the words- only his mind. Everything heightened, and Priest felt the air thicken as minutely as a whisker falling from ripely olden jowls. He tasted everything the brunette male slid to him, and even moreso felt the sludge of poison that writhed serpentine and despairingly sly in his direction. The thick ruin that would soon follow, and the maniac desire that fueled it. The desire for chaos, the thirst for self-rightous destruction.   

Don't you miss it?

Gods above, he did. He wanted it so badly...he wanted the tearing and the rippage, the carnage and the disaster...

Then let it go...release yourself...lose control.

His voice was softer, baritones cascading in a frigid fire of words the opposing male clearly couldn't understand, certainly different from the manner which he politely spoke prior. Free from his jaws was the fresh carrion of the meal- no, they were stained, but allowed free rehearse of his command. Priest would give this man the oppertunity, the one chance to save himself before he truly did relapse. "Dary nenx hadoti nun, snus." His blessing, for this man to keep his life while he could, was laid before him, a twinned path that led to either dawn, or dusk. 

What most of his Family did not know, was that Priest was born under a Sinbound sign. His mother, Dibella, strove to make him the complete opposite, fighting through tears and eventually her own demise to fight natural order and demand of the Ancients. He was a cunning fucker, eluding his destiny when and where he could...

but in times like this, he thought as he unrolled his shoulders and allowed his cape to rise, a harkening of nothing but obsidian night and trimmed lavish in a ruffled swirl of mahoghany-auburn rue in the undertones...

Fate could truly never be culled...

His claws lethally gripped into the loam and tarnished grass, dipping sharp through the spilled blood and speared flesh of the corpse.
He wasn't dying today. Patience  stretched, a thin wire that only the most delicate and experienced archanid could dance upon...

And time slowed as the answer was made clear, here and now.